Child of Mine . . .

 To Creix . . . who's music
reflects the dark of my midnight soul,
and the tender gleam of hope

through the poetry of the mind;

and who is my friend,

inspiring me

to reach beyond my limitations!

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Child of mine, 

you cried in the night
. . .  the night so deep and dark,
like a ditch
full of muddy waters . .
yet gently stirred by the delicate kisses
of fronds of fern
bent low . . .
and reflecting on ambient light,
they sparkle dreamily
unknown . . by mountains
or meadow . . . melody or silence;
no soul here
but you
and I

. . . to face the dark
of our own fears
. . . where no star dances
through hot aches,
spots on a frozen heart . . .
. . . my heart weeps for you

. . . our tears mingle
like rain with the dew
on the flower,
bent low . ..
slowly losing each petal,
one after the other . . .
drifting, slowly drifting
into the muddy waters . . .